Pairing: Well... I think you'll know. I mean, I had certain pairing in my mind whole writing it, but you're free to choose who those two are.
Summary: They've been captured, disarmed and locked... Does it really necessary to ask this quiestion?
I've been inspired by a certain fanfic, but I don't remeber the title and author...


WE'LL DIE?

"We'll die?"

"No."

"Don't lie…" Long and deep sigh. "We're caught, others have no idea where we are, our weapon and gear are taken away, shell cell is broken and we're in some damn cellar with no windows and thick metal door locked from the outside. Splinter reached for us through meditation, but he doesn't have some tracker in his head and even if he did – we still don't have transmitters in our heads. Besides we've spent here six hours already and such delay usually means those people planning something really bad or waiting for some another crazy big boss to show up and turn us into his greatest and very profitable achievement. Or just skin alive to see what we are like inside."

Pause. Silence. Darkness. No sounds of footsteps from outside, just water dripping to the stone floor somewhere in the corner of small room. And their breathing of course.

"We'll die?"

"Yes."

"Very comforting, thank you very much." Another deep sigh. "You always know how to be a support during hard times. I'm feeling so much better now. I mean how can I not be if there's so much optimism in your voice? I bet they won't even give us some painkiller before dissecting, but it's not a big deal, I mean we can always just choke on our own blood and pass out, ain't it reassuring?"

Pause. Silence. Darkness. Water still dripping down, probably from the ceiling. Sounds of scratching. Damn rats… Sorry, master Splinter. At least nobody comes after them. Yet.

"We'll die?"

"I dunno."

"And where did your conviction disappear so suddenly?" Indignant sniffing. "Or you just can't choose between being mercifully shot in head or being granted with long, but terribly painful leaving as lab rats?"

Sorry again, master Splinter.

Pause. Silence. Darkness. Water dripping, something scratching. Probably, it's already been more than six hours. Big boss is getting late. Or maybe surgeon is drunk and they don't want to risk having them killed with unsure scalpel's move before more or less proper examination… On the other hand they could always carry out a postmortem on their corpses.

"We'll die?"

Low growl.

"You will if you don't shut up right now."

"Oh, I don't think you should be worry about it." This time it is snorting and it's irritated. "I bet I will soon shut up permanently. And you too. Or maybe one of us will survive only to regr… mmmf… nnn… Jerk, what are you do… mmnnf… oh… Hey! It's my eye! Watch where you poking… mmf…"

Darkness. Water dripping, something scratching. Heavy breathing, soft humming, quiet churring. Wet and sloppy sounds.

"…Nnnnahh…" Long swallowing then deep inhale for air. "You're totally nuts… They probably watch us, have some infrared camera in here and…"

Loud grunting, skin rubbing against skin, water dripping. Sharp gasp. Other wet sounds.

"I'm so s-sure they're… oh my… w-watching…" More gasps, panting. "To b-be… aaarh… sure we're not g-going toooo… oh, yes… do s-something crazy… oh, Shell, I'm going to… like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…"

Darkness. Sloppy sounds, swallowing, then silence. Heavy breathing, water dripping, something scratching. No steps from outside.

Yet.

"They definitely recorded this…" Slow deliberate sigh. "I can imagine what tests they'd want to run after seeing that…"

Muffled curse, movements, short cry. Water dripping. More movements, louder, faster, rougher. Gasps, panting. Clacking sounds. Churring. Groans. Darkness. Sharp cry, moment later – low growl. Movements slowing down. Heavy breathing. Quiet scratching.

Cursed rats. Sorry, master Splinter.

Pause. Nobody's coming to drag them onto lab table and dissect. Or sell to circus. Or make some experiments. Everything's quiet. Too damn quiet. Water dripping. Hard to decide whether ignorance is blessing or curse. Silence. Expectation is a bitch. Darkness. Waiting of unknown is… well, is… Hmmm. Hard to take.

Just won't do.

"So…" Long and deep sigh. "You still think we'll die?"


Is there a better way of distraction? Heh.